- Grocery shopping for our house/dog sitter. I'm thinking pizza rolls, cookies, frozen pizzas, ice cream, chips, and pop. Healthy, right? Hey, he's eighteen. I don't think he's concerned with calorie counting.
- Laundry. I'll probably need all of tonight, tomorrow and Sunday to get caught up. If there is such a thing.
- I should probably wash the bedding, clean the bathrooms, and give the floors a once over. Doesn't that sound like fun?
- Pack my clothes.
- Pack the boys' clothes.
- Charge the electronics. Five hours or more on the train will require a significant amount of battery life.
- And just in case the batteries die, I'd better stuff books, paper and pens into one of the carry-ons.
- Make sure Ken has the train tickets and hotel info.
- Find tripod.
This was supposed to be an easy, carefree weekend. One of those rare weekends where spontaneity is possible because plans were not made ahead of time. We could lounge on the couch, work on our hobbies, or even do a little shopping. And, no, I'm not referring to the necessary evil of grocery shopping, but the much more enjoyable version where you get to buy things that actually make you happy. Because the oldest boy needed some pants and the youngest could use a new pair of shoes, I decided to head into the city to do some shopping at Kohl's. Of course, my decision to shop there was not quite so altruistic. Mama needed a new bathing suit! So, I pack the kids up and head into the city. The youngest picks out his shoes . The oldest tries on a few pairs of jeans and ends up with two in the basket. Did I mention we have to shop in the men's department now? That he's wearing size 29? My baby is growing up! Then it was Mom's turn. I was looking ove
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